Of Time Lords and Men

Stuck. That's the best word tha can describe Camp. We are stuck in the same day. Living it over like Groundhog Day. But with each difference came a change. Obliviously besides our memories, things would be slightly different. Like one day it was just everything inside the magic borders, surrounded by a semigly endless oceans. And percy couldn't find an end to it. And another when New York and Boston switched places. That led to some trouble.
But the night is about to end, and the day will reset. Me and Chiron are going to stay up and see what happens.

11:58 PM

Me and Chiron stood at the edge of the borders. According to Chiron, it was two minutes from midnight. One minute. Five seconds. Four. Three. Two. One. Zero.
Nothing. Not a single thing happened. I sighed and walked back to my cabin. This was hopeless. But when I least expected it, the border burst into a flash of colors like the northern lights. Something was trying to get through.
the disturbance in the border was stronger near the lake. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. At this time, campers had gotten up. Some noticed that it was 12:06. And they were in the same clothes. No time to explain that to them.
When I finally got to the lake, I saw a sight to behold. Because right smack above the center of the lake, was a rift of bright light. And phasing out of the rift, was a little, blue box.

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